THE SUN GLOWED like an ignited pearl on a wrinkle-free blue satin blouse. Azana smiled up at the sky, setting down her needle work. 129 more words
Last Little Piggy Goes To Market
I am the littlest piggy, and when I commenced to roam,
why did I cry “Wee wee wee” all the long way home? 353 more words
I This poem was written for and performed at the Juke Open Mic night in Little Man Coffee, Cardiff on 19th April 2016.
Some of the wording is applicable only to the event as I was writing with it in mind – the theme being ‘Fairy Tales and Myths.’ The event itself was great and I felt really inspired and encouraged by the snapping and the whooping! 18 more words
Ah, this one had an interesting plot.
A farmer’s daughter is kicked out of her home (it doesn’t say why) and rescues a “wood sprite” from “the devil’s hunters, hoards of demons that rode in the winter storms” (107). 206 more words